Page 23 of Possessive Mr. Pen

She fights.I hold her right where I want her.Her tight, feminine body wriggling against mine thrusts me into the heights of pleasure.I bite my release back by sheer force of will.She grunts in frustration.

“What’re you doing?This is—”

“Nothing compared to what I want to do to you,” I groan.“Keep testing my restraint and you’ll end up bent over that couch or pressed up against that mirror or—”

“Stop, Connor.Now,” she shudders.

Despite the tension in her body, her breathy voice gives away her arousal.I drop my forehead to hers and breathe in her delicious raspberry and vanilla scent.The addition of her warm, feminine honey scrambles my brain and loosens my tongue.

“Do you believe in love at first sight?”

I can’t help the cynicism in my tone despite the seriousness in my soul.

She scoffs.

I dig my fingertips into her nape and lean down to skim my nose along her jawline.Her breasts shift against me as her breath stutters.

“I knew from the first moment I laid eyes on you that we were meant to be together.You captivated me in a way no one else has ever dared.I swore I’d make you mine,” I murmur.

She stiffens and pushes against my sides.

“You ruined that chance when you—”

“I have you in my arms right now, Hilary.”I tighten my grip, enforcing my control, and brush my lips over the shell of her ear.“I don’t need a chance.You’re already mine.”

Fury vibrates through her from her head to her toes.

“Excuse me?I’m not a possession to own.”

“You’re right, you’re not a thing.You’re a gladiator goddess.”I nip her earlobe.“A warrior queen.”I nibble down the side of her throat.“My warrior queen.”I mock bite the sensitive juncture of her shoulder and neck where her pulse pounds.“Be mine.All mine.Only mine,” I growl against her collarbone.

Her nipples draw points on my chest.I tilt my hips and shudder at the feel of her belly against my hard cock.

“Let me take care of you.I can solve all your problems,” I coax with a flick of my tongue up the front of her throat.

“My problems?”she breathes.

“You need money, right?I—”

Agony races up my leg before white-hot pain blasts across my cheek.I stand with my arms empty and my head whipped to the side as I work through my shock.

My gladiator goddess kicked me in the shin and slapped me across the face.Hard.From the height of pleasure to the low of shame, I silently curse my lack of finesse as my words echo in my ears.

I fucked up.I insulted her.Terribly.

I don’t know how I’m going to fix this, but I will.Somehow.

Hilary Winthrop is every bit the warrior queen I need to survive the trials ahead.

Chapter 7

Hilary Winthrop

My palm stings almost as hard asmy clit throbs.

I stare into Connor Pen’s annoyingly handsome face as my handprint blooms red on his cheek.

“The answer is no, Mr.Pen.Not eight years ago.Not now.Not ever.”